this is just embarrassing
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There’s a skeleton out in the gardens and he’s impossible to miss, kneeling there in the shredded remains of clothing.
He started the day as what people lovingly call goop. And then, while enjoying the sunshine... he was himself again for all of ten seconds before he started to grow.
And grow.
And keep on growing.
Now he’s a sight to behold, a bunch of bones the size of a house, with four eyesockets and six (five and a half, really) arms. Three ribcages. Only one pair of legs, hipbones, and a genuine tail for some reason. Not a very logical design. Who comes up with these things?
The gardens seem so very small now. He definitely won’t fit through any doors, not that the thought of crawling around on his hands and knees in there is very attractive. And he’s completely naked. At best he could use a regular sized shirt as a sock puppet, perhaps. Some monsters choose to go without clothing as it is, but... think of the children!
What’s a monster to do?
He started the day as what people lovingly call goop. And then, while enjoying the sunshine... he was himself again for all of ten seconds before he started to grow.
And grow.
And keep on growing.
Now he’s a sight to behold, a bunch of bones the size of a house, with four eyesockets and six (five and a half, really) arms. Three ribcages. Only one pair of legs, hipbones, and a genuine tail for some reason. Not a very logical design. Who comes up with these things?
The gardens seem so very small now. He definitely won’t fit through any doors, not that the thought of crawling around on his hands and knees in there is very attractive. And he’s completely naked. At best he could use a regular sized shirt as a sock puppet, perhaps. Some monsters choose to go without clothing as it is, but... think of the children!
What’s a monster to do?
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Date: 2017-10-31 06:09 pm (UTC)He can't quite twist around that far, and he's afraid to move much without being able to see them that well... best err on the side of careful and assume he's heavy and able to squish small children.
Also he's poking a finger into one of his eyesockets. Excellent, he has three new ones. They need a distraction, right?
"Oh, dear." Still whispering, rehearsing the words in his head before he pronounces them. It's all garble to him. "I'm eh--a four eyed f-freak." Still grinning, joking.